Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟔. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Jisung hears an alarm as he clambers out of the bed with his fists rubbing his eyes.

He brushes his teeth, eyes staring at himself in the mirror, getting lost in his thoughts.

He'd been told that his training would start today and had been given a room to himself in Black Rose's mansion.

He was aware of the mansion and the office due to his father's steady efforts in catching them.

His training would begin by 5 so he grew his mind to wake up at 3.

Not only to prepare himself, but to also determine his targets.

He wanted to first put down Joseph, the man who was his father's murderer.

Later, anyone else who Joseph gives him a lead to. He'll make each one of them regret it.

Alert, he tiptoes around the house, trying to locate Joseph's room.

It wasn't an easy task given the number of rooms, sandwiched in the gigantic mansion.

There were over two-hundred rooms.

Jisung ducks behind a wall when he saw a man in the main hall, looking utterly displeased.

He squints, to confirm that it wasn't Joseph or he would rightfully stab him then and there.

It wasn't. Rather it was a blonde man.

The blond hair, very familiar to him. His eyes double their size as he gasped.

It was the mafia boss. The perverted boss who was going to be training him.

He yearns for a sight of the man who he might kill but he'd to be careful.

He slowly tilts ahead to look at the blond when he felt something cold touch his back.

He was about to turn when he is taken into a swift headlock.

"Ugh, leave me! No, leave me!"

He starts coughing violently, his air supply getting deduced gradually.

His hand pats at the strongest arm rounding about his neck, in defeat.

He almost fell breathless when the hold softens, the man facing him now.

"Oh! so it's you pretty boy, good morning!"

The blond waves happily at Jisung who grabbed his neck, still recovering.

"You don't have to do that, you know I could do it for you. Just ask."

He points at Jisung's hand that was around his neck, making Jisung gag at his words.

"I'm Lee Minho, Black Rose's boss."

Jisung buckles up as he registered the name in his head, never planning on forgetting it.

Jisung focuses on the neat blond hair, and the bags under Minho's eyes.

"You didn't get sleep, did you?"

Minho raises a brow, impressed.

"Quite observant, aren't we? And yes I didn't, I was busy with work."

Minho lies not wanting to reveal his very obvious insomnia.

Jisung couldn't help but feel insecure, the boss was quite a looker.

Also his body was of perfect built. He'd always been very pessimistic about his body proportions and his face.

But that made the hate for the man root even more deeper, or so he thought.

"Well if you're awake we can start the training now?"

"No, we'll start at 5 only."

Minho just chuckles with a low, venomous tone and rubs his forehead.

"It wasn't a question."

Jisung cowers at the depth of his voice and the small growl at the end.

Even though he couldn't fight him physically he had mental strength.

He reckoned one of Minho's biggest weaknesses.

Ego.

He structured an exactly fitting trap for Minho when the time comes to return the favor of his father's death.

Jisung bobs his head, hands behind his back, clasped.

He then follows Minho's footsteps into the training room in the mansion.

"Come in. You'll be training here for the next two months."

"Two months?!"

"Yes? And?"

Minho's eyes trek up and down the boy, perplexed.

"Isn't it too long? I mean—"

"We'll see. If you perform well today, I'll reduce it to one month."

"And if not?"

Minho laughs as he preps his hands, foiling them with the gloves.

"Then you'll train for three months."

Jisung copies his actions just to have the gloves loosely hanging over his wrist.

Minho then walks beside him, tightening the gloves around his wrists.

Minho smiles as he pulls Jisung into himself, making him fall into the older's arms.

Jisung's palms press against his chest, pushing him away with a scowl.

"Feisty, hmm?"

Jisung forces the body glued to his endlessly, until he was left alone.

Minho just smirks enjoying the attitude even more, cranky Haejun was cute.

"Come on pretty boy, box with me."

"Don't call me that, I got a name."

"Haha, Haejun come box with me, would you?"

Jisung doesn't react to the name, not used to being called Haejun.

Minho again attempts to call out for him.

"Box with me, pretty boy."

Jisung hawks at Minho then, making the other double over.

"You want me to call you that, don't you? Hmm, pretty boy.
Called you by your name but you didn't even react."

Jisung flushes at being christened 'pretty boy' as he covers his cheeks, blood rushing upto them.

"Now come on pretty boy, we don't have all day!"

Jisung just whines in irritation as he topples over to the man, feeling the need to throw hands.

Exactly what he had to do in the training.

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